Camp Wednesday

like a pitched tent- we hide away: can hear see smell taste the world but they can't touch what we have- - around a camp fire, we tell stories snacks and a heap of pillows lip service is on the clock & weeks worth of sleep in an afternoon - i like to tell jokes…

hurt feelings

it's still early have enough time to make it up like late homework ill blow it off waste its time lead them on never commit and disappoint my mother.

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hated the way we left that place shredded into bits in an open can cigarette ash half emptied bottles and a couple of new years hats: they were home made, blue and pink glitter baby announcement decertations unused still in the box plastic top hats from a younger time in a box labeled 'memories', new…

a little space

this little space this little space that we carved out of wooden tools this little space - is ours. dingy dirty damp, full of holes and ants in the summer but it's ours. this little space in outer space they can see us dance first time at second base setting up our bookcase. when we…

last day off

last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.

it’s january

am i a real person hard to tell non from fiction; empty beach growing waves crashed against lost sand; is this a metaphor? am i the wave? the sand? more like the beach, as a fly on the wall watching the waves watching the sand waiting for something different but i remember;

10 pm

the first night i stayed up hours after playing it back in my head on a projector & my eyes the bulbs every second didnt want to forget the smallest detail

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today you walked with a goddess. did you tell her, tell her, tell him tell them. born a sun and we an idol worshipper- tell em, they can’t see themselves the way we do.

trust

it was easier before- before, everything. they took everything not nailed down but nothing more Precious than my eyes to see you clearly

counterfeit queen

breakin’ Breaking in takin’ what’s outs please stay on all fours youre crazy. why would i stay here this was a dream here once upon a time now youre a rhyje on the dotted line dont bother reading in between you were fine A counterfeit queen.